Says she loved the punk band since she was twelve years old.
These days considering the disability she rarely goes out however there are lines of asterisking circumstance that crossed right here since the day she bought the ticket.
Three originals in the band however she only sees the rat.
Has come to watch rat scabies play the drum, she heard that in his seventies, he’s just as loud in attitude and bashing limb, however as he said himself, we are just another band now not a punk band any more.
Street is taped off at the stage door where the truck will soon pull up. I have to stop exactly there considering her mobility in that tight spot.
When she sees him dreaming on the street he appears to aimlessly watch a glass and steel shaped cut of aubergine sky up between two office towers.
The unseasonal night flows among us toward the cooling river out of sight.
The only place where I could stop was at his toes. She pushes through her smarting pain in a feverish grimace to get her uncooperative body moving before he is able to evacuate.